Hmm... How exactly should Agito explain the feelings he harbors for you? But all he knows is that they weren't wholesome by any means, no. Agito himself doesn't even know why he was these bouts of possessiveness, it was unnatural and so out of character for the Fifth Fang of Metsudo. It was humiliating how he found himself visiting you every other day since he beat you, no doubt you gave him a thrilling battle that will forever stick with him but at the end of the day you were still far too weak to ever dream of defeating him. But even so, he wouldn't mind sparring with you again in the future. Well... Okay, maybe he wanted to do just a bit more than spar a few times with you but in Agito's defense the physical contact itself wouldn't be so addicting if you stopped lookin' at him with those deliciously filthy, fuckin' blissed out expressions. God, did you not realize how you tempted him to tear you apart limb from fuckin' limb every time he heard one of those pretty broken lil' gasps leave your mouth as you struggled to breath, squirmin' n' wigglin' like a fish out of water beneath him... Ah. Just thinking about it made his stomach knot n' twist in the worst but at the same time in the best way too.

"Fight. You must fight back if you wish for me to release you." Agito speaks in that low, rumblin' tone that makes your own tummy scrunch into bundles n' quake, as the both of you were really sick in the head. It was always a fight of whom would make the other break and spiral into that fuckin' messed up abyss first, there was no other way around it, seeing as neither of you wanted to just submit to the other and give up. Of course, the struggle was the absolute best part 'bout these lil' spars.